Different fireworks

The only me, not the same fireworks. Distance constitutes the tension of love, the wind of freedom, highlighting the brightness of the sun, pouring the form of the years. The temptation of the moon's tender gaze, the clouds that overwhelmed the head, the reason for the thunder of lightning and thunder. A throw of loneliness, a collection of dreams. Clouds and rain waddles, controlling the flooding of the wind, perfect smoke.

Sit quietly in front of the window of the winter rhyme, listen to the plum blossoms dyed red, study the screen, write the heart, and the book is full of feelings. The quiet winter breeze, a curtain of fragrant tea, the fireworks in the body, gently knock out the best green vine time. When the affection between the fingers melts into a bend of winter moon, a handful of colors gently knock on the window of the heart, and the notes of longing are played full of thoughts. The autumn leaves of the years have been crushed into a rouge in the world, warm as if, and the fragrance is overflowing.

The stone slabs of the rain reverberate with romantic memories, the sound of the oyster flute of love melodious in the Zhuxi River, floating in that bamboo, fate has taken root in us, stained the wilderness of the yellow and red, envy many people. That winter wind, gentle and unwilling to write too fiercely, fireworks. You guard that lonely city alone, and I light a heart lamp, and I collapse your mountain gate, accompanied by red dust, and follow me to love for a lifetime.